This is a song about "Sand trap"

600 benz, house six hundred grand

Me and you sink in deeper sand

They say, trojans never break but it ain't that

That smack i hated that i knew it was a trap.

Swear i will murk any beat

I feel the sand on my feet

Breakin' my heart like glass, forgetting me like sand

Always on the road again, with omega or the band

Kill him where he stand and stand over him, shake his hand

Your girl said she wanted to play in my sand

Distract ya, fully automatic acid trap,

Rolling with the dopest hoes and they don't know i rap

And hold on, we go longyou feel that, we get that

And sit up front, i'm not asking it's a trap

I'm your favorite rapper, fan, it's an honor to shake my hand

Like writing the answers to the universe in the underwater sand.